Page 100 of Love Decoded

I grin. “Liar.”

She doesn’t roll her eyes or tease me back; she just goes back to staring at my cock.

I look between her legs again. “Can you slide one finger in, baby girl?” I murmur. “I’m dying to see you finger that pretty little pussy.”

Her eyes widen. Then she moans and tips her head back. “Jesus, your mouth,” she gasps. But she still slides one finger inside herself.

I lean forward with a hum to brace my elbows on my thighs. “My mouth isn’t even near you right now.” A pause. “But I would really like it to be.”

Charli’s head lifts and she looks at me again. To my surprise, she says, “Not yet.”

My eyebrow quirks. “You like me watching you.”

She nods, then tips her chin at me. “I want you to touch yourself, too.”

I can’t hold back my grin. “Your wish is my command,” I say as I reach to undo my jeans.

The moment I pull my cock out and start to jerk off, Charli’s eyes go black. Her fingers, which had paused their movements while we talked, start to rub fast circles on her clit.

My cock grows impossibly harder in my grip. I have to ease up on my strokes, or risk ending this too early. “You like watching me, too?” I ask her.

She nods hurriedly, her eyes locked on my fist.

Fuck. Has she ever looked this hungry for me?

I bite down on a curse. “I can’t be this far away from you right now.” Without waiting for her response, I stand from my chair and take two big steps forward, then drop to my knees at her feet.

She sucks in a breath, but I barely hear it. I’m too busy reveling in the sight before me.

From this position, her pussy is only inches from my face, her legs spread and showing me every glistening inch of her. I can see the wetness running down her thighs, can smell how turned on she is.

Have I ever been this hungry for her?

“Fuck, baby girl,” I breathe. “It’s so pretty.” I want so badly to drop my head and taste, but…

“No touching,” she gasps, as if she knows what I’m thinking. Her fingers move faster, and I wonder if she’s getting close to the end. “You started this game, and you’re going to finish it.”

I let out a miserable groan. I’ll never push her boundaries, but this feels like literal torture.

And yet, I can’t not be a part of her orgasm. So I lift my gaze to her face, and I wait for her eyes to meet mine.

I want her to see the moment I let a string of spit fall from my lips to her pussy.

Her eyes go wide, then close entirely as she arches into her hand. Using my spit as lube, her fingers move faster, and I can see her orgasm roiling inside her. I wait with bated breath for it to explode through her body.

She freezes, and then…comes hard, her pussy spasming and her thighs getting impossibly wetter.

I want to lick it up.

So I do.

I drop my mouth between her legs with a groan. Fuck, she tastes good. I could eat her for hours and never get tired of it.

Abandoning my own release, I wrap both arms under and over Charli’s thighs and pull her tight to my face. And I lick up every drop of pleasure with a grateful shiver.

When my lips suction around her clit, Charli’s hands go to my hair. For a moment, I panic that she’s going to pull me away, that I’m still not allowed to touch her. But then the opposite happens: she holds me against her and bumps her hips to ride my face.

“Fuck yes,” I groan, lapping her up. Suddenly desperate for more of her, I slide two fingers inside her. “Use me. Ride my face. Come all over my tongue.”